Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Charlotte's POV

I was so tired of Jameson being so possessive and worried for me all the time, the fact that I couldn't even stay with a friend without him having a breakdown was just ridiculous.

Delilah was doing great, she hated the fact that she was as big as a house but I remembered how she and I were speculating that maybe she was having twins eventhough the ultrasounds hadnt picked anything up.

But I missed being able to hang out with her, she was my best friend and always had been, aside from Markus who I no longer even considered, I didn't want to lose touch with her.

The last time I had seen her was when I ran away from Jameson to see Markus, she had told me of how worried she was when she couldn't find me.

And she said that when Markus had woken, he was worried too...

I couldn't bare to tell her of what Markus was really doing, or how I really felt about him now... Daniel was with us most of the time and knew the truth but I plastered on a smile for Delilah's sake.

Dinner was nice and it was a shame that I had to leave straight after, but Delilah let me put Conor to bed and hold my nephew before I had to go.

Everyone seemed to be changing, being away from Delilah for so long was making me wonder how long Jameson would keep this up, keeping me locked away.

I knew that it was dangerous, especially now that I knew the full extent of this war, but I thought it to be ridiculous that Jameson was so paranoid that something would happen to me.

I wasn't exactly going to let Markus just come along and take me from my mate.

I sighed as I drove through the Downtown area, eventhough Jameson had wanted me to come straight back to him, I still had half an hour until I needed to be back and that was half an hour for me to quickly stop at home for the last time and get my things.

Pulling up outside the tacky apartment building at night was eerie, something I was used to and I made sure to park Jamesons car in a safe area behind the building where everyone else did.

It was still freezing outside when I turned the car off and got out, the snow was only a light dusting across the bitumen as it hadn't been snowing as much here as it had been at the Packhouse.

Out of habbit, I jogged up the few flights of stairs that were dimly lit by dodgy light bulbs on the walls before reaching my floor and stopping in my tracks at the end of the hall.

From where I stood in the dingy stairwell, I could see that the door to our apartment was slightly ajar, no voices were heard to be arguing and there wasn't any police tape...

Carefully and quietly, I walked towards the door at the end of the hall, peering through the gap into the living room and seeing nothing out of the ordinary before I slowly stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

My heart was already racing as I feared the worst, something inside of me telling me not to go any further but my curiosity got the better of me and I pressed on.

The only light on in the entire apartment was the kitchen light, the dim bulb casting weak shadows across the hall and into the living room as I entered.

The coffee table was covered in filth, a few syringes here and there, white powder strewn across the floor beside a bong made out of a Gatorade bottle was tipped over and spilled onto the already disgusting carpet but there was no sign of my mother.

I was worried, at first thinking maybe she had wandered off and would come back eventually but when I rounded the sofa, laying across it was something I didnt want to see.